July 9th, 2001.  Monday
 

    So it's been another week.  And  a busy one at that.  Lots going on.  I'm afraid that I'm only going to give an abbreviated version of things though, and they really deserve a detailed account.  so let's see.  The biggest news I guess was that my friend Jason got married this past Saturday.  Nora and I drove down on Friday afternoon, and after much aggravation from traffic and my poor sense of direction, we rolled into Wyomissing, PA around 6:40.  We stopped on the side of the road, around the park that runs around the Reading Museum, and changed into more suitable clothing for the rehearsal and dinner.  I was in the wedding, so I had to know all that where-to-stand kind of stuff.  It was the full-on Catholic ceremony, so there was a lot going on.  I asked the priest if I could take communion, but he said I couldn't since I wasn't Catholic.  I feigned indignance, but mostly just for effect.  Though the next day, during the wedding, I kept whispering to Mike "Pssst...Mike...I'm gonna take it.  I'm gonna take it."  Anyway, the wedding itself was nice.  Very touching.  And totally fucking weird to see Jason getting married. The whole time I kept thinking "What the hell is Jason doing getting married?"  Ironic, I thought, that while they were seated up there during the ceremony, you had to look past and around Mandy to see Jason.  Now I fear that when I go home and call him up, he won't be able to come out and play because he's got ot clean the gutters or sweep the chimney or whatever it is a modern husband does these days.  And I was also quite quite shocked that Jason, a non-practicing agnostic, would succumb to such things as a full catholic wedding ceremony.  But whatever. That was fine by me.  Just curious.  I guess he's all grownsed up and learning to compromise.  I hear that's important in a marriage.
    One thing I thought was pretty cool was the first dance at the reception.  Actually, it was the second danve.  They had two first dance songs.  The first was a Chicago song, which was nice enough.  The second song was She's An Angel, by They Might Be Giants.  I hadn't heard that song in ages, and I couldn't even remember the tune until I looked up from my drink and saw Jason and Mandy dancing to it.  And it really worked.  I thought it might be awkward, when I couldn't remember the tune.  You know, TMBG at a wedding just seemed kind of odd.  But it was a nice touch.  The first time I'd been to a wedding when it was clear that the people getting married were my age.  Anyway, the reception was a big affair at the Reading Country Club.  Around 200 people I'd guess.  I felt bad for Nora, since I thought we'd be sitting together and wound up as far away from each other as possible.  So after the meal was served, I strolled over and we walked around out on the golf course.  It's a really picturesque scene out there, and the sun was setting nicely.  We walked over to my car and fetched Nora's little Polaroid camera, the kind that you can make little sitcker pictures with.  We spent the rest of the evening amusing ourselves taking pictures of...ourselves.  We just had to keep finding new backgrounds and poses.  Out of 10 or so pictures, there's only one that has people besides me or nora in it.  Nora was wearing a dress with really thin, pink straps, so in a few of the pictures, she actually looks naked.  Which amused us to no end.
    So the wedding was nice.  Though really exhausting.  Speaking of exhausting, I'm beat.  I gotta go to bed.  Work in the morning, you know.  I'm actually starting to dread work.  Until now, it was just an annoyance to have to get up every morning and go.  But there was a sort of novelty to it.  Now, the work is actually piling up on my desk, and I don't know how to do any of it, and it's really starting to bug me.  Plus, I'm feeling kind of grouchy. And bored.  I called Jen in DC for the first time ever just to chat tonight.  Thought I should mention it, since it was her little nudge that made me write this meager update.  And now off to bed.
 

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